Jeremiah
I walked to my car and sat there. I banged on the steering wheel as hard as I could and let out an aggravated scream. I felt as if my world was going up in flames . I just killed a man. I looked as my right hand that held the gun trembled. I tried holding it with my left but I only kept shaking. "I need to dump this gun and these shoes." I thought to myself. I began to drive to the city bridge. Once I got there I hoped out my car, and as if the sky was mocking me and I was in a movie, BOOM ! it began to rain. I looked up. "Really." I shook my head. I walked over to the ledge and took my shoes off, tying them together and filling them with rocks, then threw them over. I watched as they fell until they hit the water and eventually sunk. I contemplated on throwing myself over too. I can't live with myself after tonight.
I pulled the gun out from my waistband and looked at it. This could come in handy again some day. I emptied the clip of the gun. "Can't get caught for a gun with no bullets right." I said to myself as I dumped the bullets in the water. I cleaned my prints off the still semi-warm gun and tucked it in my pants again. That night I drove home in wet socks. When I reached my house, I sat in my car reflecting. She hates me, I know that she does. I mean why wouldn't she. I killed her brother. I mean I was protecting her... right ? I'm not jealous it was an act of rage. I mean idk. I sighed and stepped out of my car. This is gonna be a long, sleepless night.
2 weeks later
I woke up and brushed my teeth. Once I showered and got out I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked different. I looked....dead, like empty. I felt like I changed and I didn't like who I was becoming. The words "killer" and "murderer" just replayed in my head. I'm not a killer...am I ? I have a heart and a soul. My intentions were pure. I promise. I stared at myself a little longer and then splashed my face with cold water. Are you trying to convince the world or yourself that you killed that man with pure intentions and not your own selfish reason. I shook my head and walked out the bathroom. I sat on my bed in my towel and as I was about to take it off but then my mom walked in. I quickly wrapped myself again.
"Ma what the fuck. I got my own room with a door for a reason the fuck. You can't just walk up in here damn. You don't know how to knock no more." I quickly regretted what I said once she slapped the piss out me. "Listen you ungrateful ass, this my house, I walk in and walk out of what I want, you understand me ?" I nodded. "I don't know when your balls dropped and you thought it was okay to curse at me, but this attitude of yours that you bringing in my house, you better wrap it up with a nice bow and mail it back to where you got it. I ain't gon tolerate that shit in here. Not in my house that work too hard to pay for." I mugged at her. "Well then maybe I'll just leave." I mumbled, but of course her bat hearing having ass heard me.
"Excuse me." I looked at her annoyed. "Did I stutter ? I said if I can't do shit in this house, let alone have my own damn PRIVACY. Then maybe I'll leave." I said louder stepping in her face. She looked at me hurt, then began to laugh. "Aye Charron !" She yelled loudly to Tania's mom. "Yeah sis !" She yelled back. "Come look at this lil nigga cursing at me, yelling in my face, and stepping up to me like he gon shake shit." Then she really started laughing, although I wasn't catching the joke. She looked back at me. Once she composed herself she looked at me with same angry glare she held before. "I oughta beat ya ass lil boy. Since you think you fuckin grown Jeremiah Greene, then be out by tonight." We looked at each other a bit longer and then she walked out.
I sat on my bed with my head in my hands. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!!!!! IM NOT LIKE THIS. I got up and punched the wall leaving a hole it in. Then I walked in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I grew angry with the reflection I was seeing and broke my glass. I sliced my knuckles pretty bad. I knew I'd need stitches. I rinsed my hand quickly and got dressed. I wrapped my hand in a sweat towel and headed down stairs. "Don't be breaking shit in my house neither lil nigga. You better bring shit to fix it when you come back tonight." My mom said lighting her blunt. I looked at her disgusted. "Look at you, looking tired as fuck. More let go than kids letting go of the bars on a roller coaster ride. Fair warning I won't be back tonight... or ever. So fix it yourself since you paid for it to be here in the first place." I said with so much hate in my voice.
